““He took a step toward her, but she held her ground. “Believe me, Celaena,” he snarled, his eyes flashing, “I know you can look after yourself. But I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.” She blinked. “Oh,” was all she managed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, then took a long, deep breath. Celaena gave him a sheepish smile.””
